ojandtostitos commented on samtaro's post in blueridgeschool:

Tatum was half way through her joint, pausing for just a moment to flick some ash, when she heard the low growling behind her. It was a quiet night otherwise, and she was confused at first, unsure of what she was hearing and wondering briefly if she wasn't psyching herself out or something. She did have a habit of working herself up, but for the first time since she had arrived outside, her brain caught up to her and reminded her with a jolt about the last time she had been out in the woods by herself.

One whole month was a long time, long enough to pretty well sink back into routine and get lazy, making herself vulnerable. One month was also just about on time, if what she and Le had half-concluded that night. If there was a werewolf in the woods, well.. the moon sure did look full enough for that. Tatum swallowed thickly, still walking slowly, but knowing full well in her gut that there was no need to turn around. It would just waste time.

Whether there was really something there or not, she could see no reason why she shouldn't just start running. Just like the month before, the parking lot seemed forever away, and she cursed herself for being so careless. She would just.. run for the car, and if she was tripping out, she'd just laugh when she got there. If not, then she'd just get in and lock all of the doors. That was the plan, but she suddenly wished that she had never left home. She didn't want to know if there was really something nearby or not, but she felt in her heart of hearts that there was. Something was up, she could feel it in her bones.

Hesitating just a moment longer, the redhead made a sudden run, jogging across the grounds toward the row of cars that felt way too far off.